"SO THEN SHE SAYS IF MATT'S UP AGAIN I'VE GOTTA GET RID OF MY
MOTORCYCLE!"
"I'm sure your personal life is more important but Thorne's scheduled another
meeting and you have 30 hours before Gotham's law force is given to him."
"Alright Wayne I got that. Can't I talk about something else for once?"
"Sure. Talk till you're there for all I care."
'2 seconds to land' the batmobile comes on.
Terry glares as they touch ground.
"Good evenin' Batman."
"HaHaH..." Bruce's laughter comes and terry switches off his link to the computer.
Suddenly the data and read-outs on his visor fade to static.
"Bad evening Thorne."
"Oh."
"Alright cut the crap and tell me why I'm here."
"To meet my new force of course."
"Of course."
Terry steps into the old parking garage.
Two men sit in folding chairs as the other paces behind them.
"Batman this is Milfred L. Mills and Byron Chastok. Gentlemen, he smiles, this is
Batman."
"Who's your other freak henchman?"
"Oh that's my agent for the CIA he goes by his nickname."
"Being...?"
The man turns to show a face worthy of Carry Grant... on one side.
The other side is half balled with white tufts of hair.
It's about the same color but has one eye gone and covered by a cyborg eye patch
and has a scar down it's cheek.
"Being Two-Face."
"OoooooooK."
Milfred get up and walks toward them.
He's about five feet tall and immensely fat.
His clean cut hair and designer clothes look odd next to Two-Face and Byron, who
looks like a seven foot rat.
"Nice group of weirdoes here.
You round'm up at a freak show or'd they come running?"
Two-face whips a sig-sauer from his pants and points it straight at Terry's forehead
unwavering.
"Freak show? You should see me before I spent half a million in surgery."
"They operate on your brain while you were there?"
Terry ducks as three bullet fire into the far wall.
"Hey watch it."
"You really shouldn't make TF here angry," comments Millfred lighting the stub of his
cigar.
"He can be nasty when he gets angry. But then so can 'the Rat' there. He'll be
commissioner by the way.
I'm head of the FBI."
Milfred blows smoke from his nose and clears his throat.
"Yes I can," says Byron 'the Rat' in a squeaky voice.
"Very much so."
He grins exposing his top two teeth even more.
***
Terry leaves with a lump in his throat and gets into the batmobile.
"How'd you like those three?"
"How should I know you turned off vid link!"
"Oh yeah..."
"YOU NEVER TURN OFF VID LINK! UNDERSTAND? NEVER!"
"Alright! SPRING BREAK!" Dana leaps into the air shouting.
"Yeah," Terry mumbles groggily.
"Grea..."
"Man, McGinnis what's wrong with you?"
"Oh you know secret identity, 3 hours till Gotham gets thrown to the mob; my boss
is a superhero, that stuff."
"Yeah right McGinnis. So anywayyyyy...What we gonna do tonight?"
"I dunno what you're doing but I'm working for..."
"Wayne!" Dana curses." McGinnis when do you get a break?"
"When there's no crime and tax rates are down."
"Tax rates? HUH? Listen McGinnis I don't even know what a tax rate is but..."
She looks over at the now empty bench beside her.
"McGinnis?"
"Alright Wayne, how long till D-day?"
"Not long enough. You have thirty minutes to stop Thorne from getting to Gordon's
office and getting us in a permanent..."
"30 minutes! Aw..."
"What?"
"He's 40 minutes away."
"Hyper drive."
"Wha...Hey but that's..."
"About to come on so sit back and enjoy the ride."
Bruce pushes the button.
MOTORCYCLE!"
"I'm sure your personal life is more important but Thorne's scheduled another
meeting and you have 30 hours before Gotham's law force is given to him."
"Alright Wayne I got that. Can't I talk about something else for once?"
"Sure. Talk till you're there for all I care."
'2 seconds to land' the batmobile comes on.
Terry glares as they touch ground.
"Good evenin' Batman."
"HaHaH..." Bruce's laughter comes and terry switches off his link to the computer.
Suddenly the data and read-outs on his visor fade to static.
"Bad evening Thorne."
"Oh."
"Alright cut the crap and tell me why I'm here."
"To meet my new force of course."
"Of course."
Terry steps into the old parking garage.
Two men sit in folding chairs as the other paces behind them.
"Batman this is Milfred L. Mills and Byron Chastok. Gentlemen, he smiles, this is
Batman."
"Who's your other freak henchman?"
"Oh that's my agent for the CIA he goes by his nickname."
"Being...?"
The man turns to show a face worthy of Carry Grant... on one side.
The other side is half balled with white tufts of hair.
It's about the same color but has one eye gone and covered by a cyborg eye patch
and has a scar down it's cheek.
"Being Two-Face."
"OoooooooK."
Milfred get up and walks toward them.
He's about five feet tall and immensely fat.
His clean cut hair and designer clothes look odd next to Two-Face and Byron, who
looks like a seven foot rat.
"Nice group of weirdoes here.
You round'm up at a freak show or'd they come running?"
Two-face whips a sig-sauer from his pants and points it straight at Terry's forehead
unwavering.
"Freak show? You should see me before I spent half a million in surgery."
"They operate on your brain while you were there?"
Terry ducks as three bullet fire into the far wall.
"Hey watch it."
"You really shouldn't make TF here angry," comments Millfred lighting the stub of his
cigar.
"He can be nasty when he gets angry. But then so can 'the Rat' there. He'll be
commissioner by the way.
I'm head of the FBI."
Milfred blows smoke from his nose and clears his throat.
"Yes I can," says Byron 'the Rat' in a squeaky voice.
"Very much so."
He grins exposing his top two teeth even more.
***
Terry leaves with a lump in his throat and gets into the batmobile.
"How'd you like those three?"
"How should I know you turned off vid link!"
"Oh yeah..."
"YOU NEVER TURN OFF VID LINK! UNDERSTAND? NEVER!"
"Alright! SPRING BREAK!" Dana leaps into the air shouting.
"Yeah," Terry mumbles groggily.
"Grea..."
"Man, McGinnis what's wrong with you?"
"Oh you know secret identity, 3 hours till Gotham gets thrown to the mob; my boss
is a superhero, that stuff."
"Yeah right McGinnis. So anywayyyyy...What we gonna do tonight?"
"I dunno what you're doing but I'm working for..."
"Wayne!" Dana curses." McGinnis when do you get a break?"
"When there's no crime and tax rates are down."
"Tax rates? HUH? Listen McGinnis I don't even know what a tax rate is but..."
She looks over at the now empty bench beside her.
"McGinnis?"
"Alright Wayne, how long till D-day?"
"Not long enough. You have thirty minutes to stop Thorne from getting to Gordon's
office and getting us in a permanent..."
"30 minutes! Aw..."
"What?"
"He's 40 minutes away."
"Hyper drive."
"Wha...Hey but that's..."
"About to come on so sit back and enjoy the ride."
Bruce pushes the button.